My brows pinched together at the words. What I did? That could mean any number of things. The supernaturals I huntedon the regular. The werewolf I beat up in the gym. They had to be a little more specific if they wanted me to worry about what I did.
Musing over the note, I turned around and jumped in place, my hand to my heart. Xinyi stood in the doorway.
“Jeez, Xinyi, wear a bell, would you?” I laughed, shaking my head as I walked toward her, the note forgotten on my dresser.
“Sorry,” she grimaced. “Didn’t figure I could sneak up on you.” She paused and studied me. “You look tired. Not sleeping?”
I ushered her into the room and closed the door behind her. “Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night because of someone.” I gave her a pointed look which she returned with a shameless grin. “And tonight... just guy drama.”
“Oooh, do tell.” Xinyi climbed up on my bed and waited patiently.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed? Why doesn’t Iris have you locked down?”
Xinyi puffed up her cheeks. “She’s not my keeper. I can do what I want, you know. And... she had a meeting.” She waved her hand like it was some boring topic. “I went out and then got bored, so I thought I’d look for you. Stop trying to change the subject. Dish.”
I sighed and sat on the bed next to her.
“Well, first, Tate flipped out because of... reasons. Which led to some... stuff happening.” My cheeks burned while she squealed and bounced on the bed. “Next thing I know, Kyren shows up and practically admits to killing those two guys from last night, and then he threatened me!” I was irritated all over again.
“We’ll come back to that first part because I want to hear all about what’s making you blush, but first, what do you mean he threatened you?”
“Did some caveman you’re-mine-bullshit, then implied if anyone was going to kill me, it would be him.” I collapsed back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “My mom says he’s being romantic.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Xinyi giggled.
I arched a brow, leaning up on my elbows to look at her. “Did Iris do something similar?”
This time, it was Xinyi who blushed. “Kind of.”
When she didn’t elaborate, I didn’t make her, knowing that if it had the usually open woman blushing, it had to be something I didn’t want to hear.
“Anyway...” she began after a few minutes, slipping off the edge of the bed. “I should see if Iris is back yet. Oh, yeah, I wanted to tell you. The witches are throwing a party this weekend out in the woods. Something about the harvest moon. I think they just love an excuse to party. You should come. Get your mind off overbearing vampires.” She winked. “Or maybe make one jealous.”
I rolled my eyes at her. “I’ll think about it. I have loads of homework to do, and I’m not sure I’m ready for more boy drama.”
“That’s why I prefer women.” Xinyi grinned as she skipped to the bedroom door. “We might fight, but then we have a little cry and cuddle afterward.”
I shook my head, laughing as she shut the door behind her.
The silence in the room was quieter than usual. My eyes shifted back to the note on my dresser. Someone had been in my room. They had come in here to put that note here. Either they wanted to scare me or warn me.
Either way, all they’d done was piss me off.
Determined to figure out who sent it, I locked my bedroom door and put a chair beneath it for good measure. Then I changed my clothes for bed.
Against my better judgement, I dragged Kyren’s shirt over my head, holding the neck of it up to my nose as I curled into bed and drifted to sleep.
My dreams were full of blood and screams. Those of the two guys at the bar, the werewolf in the gym, and then mine. I jolted out of bed, Kleon’s dead eyes still visible in my mind’s eye.
Breathing heavily, I wiped my hand over my face and glanced at the clock. I groaned and fell back into bed. It was barely five, meaning I’d maybe gotten four hours of sleep. Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to sleep any longer, I crawled out of bed and took a cold shower. I made sure to scrub myself well to clean any blood from my period, as well as any lingering scents of Tate on me.
I was determined to have a drama-free day. That was until I opened my bedroom door an hour later and found Julian standing there, a cup of coffee in hand.
“Thank God.” I took the cup from him and downed half of it before I even made it three feet out of the door. “Not that I’m complaining because I needed this, but what are you doing here?”
Julian kept stride with me as we walked down the hallway. “I wanted to apologize about yesterday.”
“Oh?” I arched a brow, never expecting him to be the first to apologize.
